Nikhil's POV

I was hundred times more enamored with Micky as she was with me. It was not as if she was some perfect princess, and there was no other girl better than her, but she was perfect for me like a key fits a lock.

"I never knew you could dance so well," her voice was breathy.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," I whispered in her ears.

We danced through the entire song.

After our meeting was over, Diya traced my face with her forefinger, whispering, "I know you like that girl very much, but if you are not dating, can we be friends with benefits?"

Normally flirting for business gains was not uncommon, but I liked Diya's honesty. She didn't claimed she loved me. She was cool.

I was just thinking of a way to say no politely, when I saw Micky straining her ears to listen us talking.

I pulled Diya closer, and said, "How can I say no to such an amazing girl like you? And you're also tall, you'll look perfect with me."

Diya leaned forward to kiss my lips, but I shifted my face just so that her lips landed on my cheek.

I looked over Diya's shoulder. Micky was fuming. Well, well, Micky...

I kissed Diya exactly on the same place on her chin where she had kissed Deepak ten years ago.

Mansi's POV

It was becoming too much. I took a glass of soft drink and went towards Diya, and spilled the soft drink on her dress.

"Oh," I said, "I'm so sorry. Tell me the price of your dress. I'll pay for it."

"Then pay for it," there was a dark expression on Nikhil's face.

"What?" I said.

"I only repeated what you said you'd do," Nikhil crossed his arms.

"I...I am paying," I said.

I fished my cellphone from my wallet, and tried logging in to the UPI. But I forgot the password. I tried three times and it was locked.

"What exactly does your dress cost?" I asked Diya.

"Forty thousand," she replied. I could see her being embarrassed on my behalf.

I emptied my wallet on the nearby table, and began counting currency notes, I had just two thousand rupees with me.

Nikhil said looking up from his mobile screen, "I have transferred Rs. 40000 to your account. And Mansi, we'll settle our balance later."

Nikhil's POV

Mansi threw her cellphone at my face but her aim missed.

"You think you can humiliate me with your money and status, Mr. Parihar," she was shouting, "Take this cellphone. It costed Rs. 18000, and take my purse, it has Rs. 2000. And rest I'll pay you tomorrow." She threw her wallet at me.

I went towards Mansi and said, "Stop creating a scene, Micky. Calm down."

"You and Diya were acting so clingy. How could you do this to me?" She tried hitting me at the face. I held her hand before it could hit me.

"I've warned you before, Ms. Mansi Mishra," I said in a low voice, "I am not responsible for tolerating your stupid tantrums. And what do you think? That only you could hurt me? Now you know na, what I felt like, when I saw you kissing that Deepak. It hurt, na? Didn't it?"

"You...you were doing all this to hurt me? Revenge...this was all you wanted?" Micky said.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Micky," I said, "But it doesn't mean I could let you hurt me."

"OK, OK," Micky said, walking backwards.

I was so tired when I exited the club towards my car. I tilted my neck first to left and then to right...when someone attacked me from behind. Fortunately, I turned backwards in time and blocked Deepak's fist. Deepak tried to overpower me by grabbing my throat. But I kicked him between his ribs and punched on his chin. I kicked him again in the stomach and he was on the ground, coughing blood. A pack of cigarettes rolled down his shirt pocket.

"You and your love of cigarettes," I leaned over Deepak lying facedown on the ground. I inverted his body and fished a lighter from his trousers pocket.

I lit up the cigarette and exhaled, sitting on the ground, "How does it feel now, Deepak? Lying all alone in between road, bloodied..." His hand was trying to lift a stone lying nearby. I stood up lazily and stood with my shoes over Deepak's hand.

"Ahhh!" He screamed in pain.

"Afraid so early, Deepak?" I smirked, "It's just the beginning." I said this in a singsong manner.

"P...please N...Nicky," I arched my eyebrows when Deepak pleaded, "S...sorry S...Sir. P...please leave m...me this time."

"I'll not burn you with this cigarette," I stretched my legs, "But only on one condition."

"W...which condition?"

"Plead before me, but without stammering."

Deepak failed everytime to speak without stammering.

"Bad luck, Deepak," I said and brought the burning end of cigarette close to his face. Deepak closed his eyes in fear.

Then I crushed the cigarette under my shoe and after fishing his bike keys from his pocket, I patted Deepak on his cheek, "Now you've the whole night lying on the road to think about what you did with a sixteen year old scared boy."

And I threw the bike keys far away.

Micky's POV

I was walking when a car stopped by me. I had thrown my cellphone and wallet in the club itself and had no money to get back to my house which was 39 kms away.

The car door opened and I Nikhil said, "Get inside."

I kept walking.

Nikhil got out of the car and stood before me, "You've done enough drama. Come, let me drop you home."

I kept walking but Nikhil held me by arm and said strictly, "Your cellphone is broken and I couldn't find your wallet in the club. How will you get to your hostel?"

"I'll sleep on the road itself."

Nikhil pulled me towards the car.

"I'll shout that you're kidnapping me," I said.

Nikhil laughed bitterly, "And do you think I would have any trouble convincing the police that I had no business with kidnapping you with all those people at the club witnessing your crazy antics? Get into the car, you've done enough drama for today."